Qi Changrong nodded in agreement, and then re-read the book over and over again.

In the end, I only saw the number of years, and I didn't find the author's signature.

She sighed, frowned slightly and disagreed: "Such a good book, there is no name, did the person who wrote the book forget?" ”

Jun Chen paused, heard the loss implied between the words, and unhurriedly raised his hand to pull the book out of her hand: "Brother Ju'an asked the author what to do?" ”

Qi Changrong said with emotion: "Since the person who wrote this book is a general, presumably after so many years, the general may have a new adventure, and he may be able to publish another book together." ”

Jun Chen said lightly: "I can't get out." ”

"Why?" Qi Changrong was stunned, then thought of something again, his eyelashes trembled and said in disbelief: "Could it be that this old general has already passed away?" ”

Junchen said quietly: "The original manuscript of this book was made by my father, and after my father died, I accidentally turned it out, and then compiled the original manuscript into a book, printed it in Parkway Pavilion, and stored it here. ”

Therefore, in the whole world, there are actually only two volumes of this strange book of 'the sword goes sideways'.

One volume is stored in Parkway Court.

One volume is the original manuscript and is enshrined in the Hero's Tomb.

Hearing Jun Chen's explanation, Qi Changrong couldn't help but be silent.

The things that had been sealed in the past came to her mind again.

Even if she tried her best to repay the Jun family a justice, the deceased would never appear again.

The guilt for those people will never fade with the passage of time.

Seeing that she was silent and did not speak, Junchen lazily threw the book on the table, supported his chin with one hand, moved his gaze to her pursed lips, and looked inquiringly for a while.

After a moment, he asked, "What is Brother Ju'an thinking?" ”

Qi Changrong closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he let out a long breath of turbidity: "I always feel ashamed of Old Man Jun, it's a pity." ”

A generation of famous generals died in the intrigue in the court.

It's chilling enough.

Junchen pondered for a while, and then asked: "Because Brother Jun'an is a member of the royal family, he will feel ashamed of the Jun family?" ”

Qi Changrong's expression was sad: "Yes and no." ”

Junchen raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Qi Changrong sighed: "When the incident happened, I was only a few years old, and it was extremely reluctant to say that it was a little or nothing, and it was not my turn to feel guilty, I just felt that it was a pity......

It's a pity that a generation of heroes has entered the hero's grave.

It's also a pity that the royal family didn't know how to make good use of it.

Jun Chen interrupted coldly: "There is nothing to be sorry for, maybe for my father and grandfather, instead of following the mediocre king and stealing his life, it is better to die vigorously on the battlefield, this is their pursuit." ”

Qi Changrong was slightly stunned, thinking that maybe it was about the same.

If the original monarch had made up his mind to withdraw, he would definitely not have ended up with the tragic end of almost destroying the entire gate.

However, they chose to stay, and with their own flesh and blood, they forged an impregnable and stubborn wall.

They died as they deserved.

Jun Chen took out a new string of sandalwood beads, stroked the patterns on it with his fingertips in turn, and muttered: "What's more, now that the truth has long been revealed, the efforts of my father and grandfather are not unknown, and they can rest in peace." ”

"Those who are alive don't have to dwell on the past."

Jun Chen said with relief.

It's hard to imagine that he, who has always been not very sensitive, would make a reasonable statement about this.

It seems that what he said is exactly what the Jun family wants.

Qi Changrong couldn't help but stare at him.

Seeing this, Jun Chen glanced at her, the complicated thoughts in his heart dissipated, and he said slowly: "It's really strange, why does Brother Ju An look at me like this?" Do you think I'm wrong? ”

"No, the general is right." Qi Changrong shook his head, his eyes were still strange: "I just didn't expect that the general would have a clear mind." ”

Jun Chen pursed his lips, and the sandalwood beads on his fingertips turned loudly: "I admit that in the past, I was prejudiced against the royal family, and I always felt that the royal family could not be trusted. ”

"And now?"

"Prejudice is still there." The string of sandalwood beads hung on his wrist, and Jun Chen didn't lift his eyelids: "In my eyes, the royal family is still dark." ”

Qi Changrong didn't care that he said the truth, and when his eyes fell on the other party's string of sandalwood beads, he unconsciously stroked his string, and said slowly: "Since His Highness still thinks so, why would he say such a thing?" ”

"Because I'm not biased against you."

One sentence is plausible, leisurely: "As Brother Ju'an said, you are not Emperor Jin An, and I will not be my father." ”

"There is no conflict between trusting you and not believing in the royal family."

However, if one day there is only Qi Changrong left in the royal family.

He would believe in both the royal family and her.

The existence of Emperor Jin An, as well as what he has done, is a time bomb for the Jun family.

The corners of Qi Changrong's mouth curved, even though he knew that no one was eavesdropping nearby, he still looked left and right, and said, "In this way, should I properly express my flattery?" ”

Looking into Qi Changrong's eyes, Jun Chen smiled suddenly, and said slowly: "Since Brother Ju An said this, then I will be disrespectful." ”

The so-called flattered naturally has to put on an attitude.

Hearing this, Qi Changrong was rarely stuck, but he really thought about it and put on a panicked look, and after thinking about it, he said solemnly: "Please rest assured that the general will not live up to the general's trust." ”

At this moment, she is Prince Changrong, and he is General Junda.

The promise between the monarch and the minister is destined to be heavier than Mount Tai and cannot be invalidated.

Jun Chen glanced over, although he didn't speak, the corners of his mouth were raised high.

Apparently, he was in a good mood.

Next to him, Qi Changrong picked up the military book on the table and looked through it lovingly: "I don't know if this book can be taken away ......"

"You want?"

"Yes." Qi Changrong nodded honestly, and said nonsense without blinking: "In the study room of the Lonely East Palace, there is such a book missing." ”

Junchen glanced at her: "You can't take it away, but if you want it, I can give you another copy." ”

"Is that true?"

"I'm not like you, full of lies."

The two left from the Parkway.

Riding in the carriage of Junfu, Junchen sent Qi Changrong to the palace gate, the two glanced at each other, and said goodbye gently.

On the way back, the carriage kept bumping, and Junchen leaned on the board and dozed off sleepily.

With a 'bang', his head slammed heavily on the wooden board again, and the faint pain in the back of his head made Junchen frown and be silent.

Then, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the car to look, and saw that there were only a few sparse pedestrians on the street, and even the small vendors on the street began to collect their stalls and go home.

They were out all day.

Through the car door, Junchen did not hide his predicament, and asked the driver outside, "How long will it take to go home?" ”

"It's coming." Outside the car, Zhou Shiren, who was arrested as a strong man, replied impatiently: "When I went shopping with the prince of the East Palace, I didn't see the general being sleepy and lazy, why did I become listless at this time?" ”

Hearing this, Junchen didn't answer, but said, "I'll sleep for a while, and when I get home, you will wake me up." ”

Zhou Shiren had no choice but to respond.

After it was completely dark, the carriage finally stopped at the gate of the king's mansion.

Before Zhou Shiren could open his mouth to remind the people in the car, there was a sudden flower in front of him, and when he reacted again, he saw that the clothes were flying down, and the red figure had fallen beside him.

Zhou Shiren thought that after returning home, the general would immediately return to Qiwu Courtyard to rest.

However, Junchen did return to Qiwu Courtyard, but instead of going back to the bedroom to rest, he locked himself in the study, not knowing what he was busy with.

Night, Yang's house.

Yang Yishu and the head of the Han family had a secret conversation in the study.

When he learned the news that Yang Yishu had completely surrendered to the prince of the East Palace and might not be accepted by the prince, the head of the Han family couldn't hide his shock.

"Taifu, what are you doing...... Isn't that something wrong? ”

Yang Yishu sat behind the bookcase, glanced at the head of the Han family, pursed his lips and replied: "It's time to make a choice, if you don't choose at this time, I'm afraid that you won't have the opportunity to choose in the future, you should understand that the prince of the East Palace returned from Yan Guo Cheng'an safely, and under the new hatred and old hatred, the first thing she has to deal with is Jiang Bowen." ”

The walls fell and everyone pushed them, and the trees fell and scattered.

This has been true since ancient times.

Seeing that His Majesty's trust in Jiang Bowen is crumbling day by day, he has a faint sense of alienation recently.

If you want to overthrow Jiang Bowen in one fell swoop, the time is right now.

Moreover, he did not fully expose himself, but only provided some real news to the prince of the East Palace, no matter what happened in the future, if the result was not as good as he wanted, he could find a way to remove himself from this matter.

It is said to be a refuge, but in fact it is just a gambler's bet.

The bet was won, and from then on he rose to the top, and no one could stop him.

If the bet is lost, there is not much loss for him.

"You're right."

The head of the Han family is still entangled: "But, in the face of Jiang Bowen, a thousand-year-old fox, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince too immature, and the two of them face each other, how much chance can the East Palace have——"

Yang Yishu glanced at him and cut off the conversation: "Don't underestimate the prince of the East Palace, it's not a simple person, facing her, even I will feel pressure." ”

Therefore, these two face each other, and the odds of winning are five or five points.

Hearing this, the head of the Han family frowned and said, "What does the Taifu mean is to do his best to assist the prince of the East Palace?" ”

"It's to help her, but you can't use the name of Yang Fu." Yang Yishu flexed his fingers, tapped lightly on the tabletop, and made a rhythmic sound: "Our purpose is not only to let the East Palace appreciate the feelings, but also to let Jiang Bowen find out what to do, you decide how to act." ”

Things are a little tricky.

Returning to the Han Mansion in the direction of the night, the head of the Han family was still immersed in his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

Mrs. Yang let him decide for himself.

The so-called discretion, according to his understanding, is to advance or retreat.

However, if he does less, he is afraid that Donggong will not appreciate it.

If you do too much, you are likely to expose yourself.

It's hard to measure how much you can handle.